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nature to nurture under these fluorescents I grow thirsty the carpet rubs my soles the wrong way the sun craves to look into my eyes today in my most pure & honest state love is all I choose to intake each and every inhale I will not waste
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
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nature to nurture under these fluorescents I grow thirsty the carpet rubs my soles the wrong way the sun craves to look into my eyes today in my most pure & honest state love is all I choose to intake each and every inhale I will not waste
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
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